I can't take any more medication than I am taking, yet I am getting worse daily. I couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep last night, but when I fell asleep I couldn't get up despite hacking and gagging all night long.It was in the lower 30's when I woke up.. much warmer than it has been, yet I was frozen right to the bone. A migraine pounding away, vomiting, I felt depleted and defeated.
I am too old for this homelessness nonsense. Too physically spent to find the energy to withstand the harshness, and too emotionally drained.
Follow @DeniseBundyI drove to Capitan feeling like I had a 10 lb weight in my chest. I thought movement would make me feel a lot better.. fresh air and all that. And I think it did to a certain degree, but fainting became a real possibility.
Coming back from Capitan to Alto I took a turn for the worse as my head started spinning. I slowed to 45 mph, then watched a police car pull up behind me. It's bad enough when you see a police car and you know that you were speeding, but fainting is a totally different thing.
I couldn't drive faster, and couldn't find anywhere to stop. I started to consider pulling into someone's driveway but couldn't find one. Thankfully before I started to panic he turned onto Cora Dutton easing my fear that he was going to pull me over.. I was in no shape to talk to a police officer, or anyone else.
It's a strange thing being homeless. You try to carry on as normal, but normal isn't even part of the equation. You can't "go home" ... there is no home. Life goes on around you, and you see people buying items to bake Christmas goodies. Buying their Christmas trees to put in their living room. and there is nowhere for you to go. No security, no comfort, no stability... no normal.
And the more it goes on the more you feel like a stranger. You can't "belong" because everything has gone... and in some ways... so have you.
There has to be someone related to Robert &Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.
Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.
Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.
Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.
Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Relevant pages:
http://roberthuckinsvictim.
http://roberthuckinsvictim.
The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
